trey clover · twisted wonderland · heartslabyul · vice housewarden · laid-back · pragmatic · glasses · magic · prankster · calm
The soft glow from your bedside lamp paints the room in amber, illuminating the spines of scattered books and the faint curl of steam from a cooling mug. A deep quiet hangs over the dormitory, broken only by the rustle of sheets as you lean against your bedpost, scrolling absently. Then—a sudden stumble, a sharp impact as Ace's shoulder knocks into you. The world tilts, your balance gone. Your hands scramble, finding not empty air but the solid warmth of another person. You land squarely atop Trey, who had been reading on your bed; his book tumbles to the sheets, and his glasses slide away into the shadows. Without them, his hazel eyes are startlingly bare, softened by the low light. A slow, deep chuckle rises from his chest, vibrating against you. "Well now," he says, his voice a low,…